LIVERPOOL CHANTS

Oh Liverpool Bill Tune : Liverpool Lou 


O Liverpool Bill you're our Liverpool Bill. 
Your name is a legend of courage and skill, 
You gave us the league, all the cups and the thrills, 
And that's why we love you our Liverpool Bill. 

Anfield will always remember with pride, 
The Scot who commanded the Liverpool side, 
As sharp as a razor - his wit and his voice, 
His love of the game made him Liverpool's choice. 

O Liverpool Bill you're our Liverpool Bill. 
Your name is a legend of courage and skill, 
You gave us the league, all the cups and the thrills, 
And that's why we love you our Liverpool Bill. 

Bill you will never be walking alone, 
The Kop will be with you away or at home, 
As long as we breathe we'll remember you still, 
Oh thank you for ever our Liverpool Bill. 

O Liverpool Bill you're our Liverpool Bill. 
Your name is a legend of courage and skill, 
You gave us the league, all the cups and the thrills, 
And that's why we love you our Liverpool Bill. 













Poor Scouser Tommy 

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy, Who was sent far away from his home, To fight for his king and his country, And also the old folks back home 

So they put him in a higher division, Sent him off to a far foreign land, Where the flies swarm around in their thousands, And there's nothing to see but the sand. 

Now the battle it started next morning, Under the radiant sun, I remember our poor Scouser Tommy, He was shot by an old Nazi gun 

As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying, With the blood gushing out of his head (out of his head) As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying, These were the last words he said: 

Oooooh, I am a Liverpudlian, and I come from the Spion Kop, I like to sing, I like to chant, I go there quite a lot. 

Support a team, that plays in red, A team that we all know, A team that we call Liverpool, To glory we will go. 

We won the league, we won the cup, We've been to Europe too, We played the Toffees for a laugh, And left them feeling blue (5-0) 

1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0! 

Rush scored one, Rush scored two, Rush scored three, And Rush scored four ... 

 

















We all live in a red and white Kop (to the tune of Yellow Submarine)

In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his pride They were a famous football team, So we trailed to Anfield Road Singing songs of victory There we saw the Holy Ground Of our hero, Bill Shankly. 

We all live in a red and white Kop, a red and white Kop, a red and white Kop. We all live in a red and white Kop, a red and white Kop, a red and white Kop.  





  




Fields of Anfield Road 

Outside the Shankly Gates I heard a Kopite calling : Shankly they have taken you away But you left a great eleven Before you went to heaven Now it's glory round the Fields of Anfield Road. 

Chorus : All round the Fields of Anfield Road Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could play) We had Heighway on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road 

Outside the Paisley Gates I heard a Kopite calling Paisley they have taken you away.. You led the great 11 Back in Rome in 77 And the redmen they are still playing the same way 

All round the Fields of Anfield Road Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could play) We had Heighway on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road 


  






We Love you Liverpool 

We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do. Oh Liverpool we love you. 

Shankly is our hero, he showed us how to play The mighty reds of Europe are out to win today He made a team of champions, with every man a king And every game we love to win and this is what we sing. 

We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do. Oh Liverpool we love you. 

Clemence is our goalie, the best there is around And Keegan is the greatest that Shankly ever found Heighway is our favourite, a wizard of the game Anh heres the mighty Toshack to do it once again.

We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do. Oh Liverpool we love you. 

We've won the league, we've won the cup, We're masters of the game. And just to prove how good we are We'll do it all again. 

We've got another team to beat and so we've got to try 'Cos we're the best in all the land And that's the reason why .. 

We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do. Oh Liverpool we love you. 

 
 








Stevie G 

(To the tune of "Let it Be") 

When we find ourselves in times of trouble, Stevie G runs past me, Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
And in my home, the Spion Kop, We watch him jog, right in front of me, Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be,
Stevie G, The local lad turned hero, Stevie G
And when the jubilant Kopite people,All living in The Park agree, That we all know the answer, Stevie G,
And although we may all be fooled, There is still a chance that we will see, The footballing phenomen, Stevie G,

 
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G, Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G 
And when the night is cloudy, There is still a man that we all see, A young, committed Kopite, Stevie G,
Playing to the sound of music, Stevie G runs past me, Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
For we all know the answer, his name is Stevie G









'Those were the days' Old Mary Hopkins song.

Those were the days my friends
We took the Stretford End
We took the Shed
The North Bank Highbury

We took the Geordies too
We fought for Liverpool
We are the Kop
Of Liverpool FC

       



Liverbird upon my Chest 'Ballad of the Green Berets'

Here's a song about a football team
The greatest team you've ever seen
A team that play total football
They've won the league, Europe and all

Chorus:

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the Championship in May

With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush, four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue


Now if you go down Goodison Way
Hard luck stories you hear each day
There's not a trophy to be seen
'Cos Liverpool have swept them clean

Chorus

Now on the glorious 10th of May
There's laughing reds on Wembley Way
We're full of smiles and joy and glee
It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3

Chorus

Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians feeling blue
at Liverpool 3 and Everton 2

Chorus

And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They're probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton 0

Chorus

We remember them with pride
Those mighty reds of Shankly's side
And Kenny's boys of '88
There's never been a side so great

Chorus

Now back in 1965 
When great Bill Shankly was alive 
We're playing Leeds, the score's 1-1 
When it fell to the head of Ian St John 

Chorus 

On April 15th '89 
What should have been a joyous time 
Ninety-six friends, we all shall miss 
And all the Kopites want justice 

JUSTICE! 

Chorus



Na na na na, na, na..............

   





 

Bill Shankly's Pride and Joy 

Let me tell you of our football team, 
Liverpool is the name. 
We've won the league, we've won the cup, 
We're the finest in the game, 
We've got the greatest skipper any manager could employ, 
Lets drink six crates to big Ron Yeats, 
Bill Shankly's pride and joy. 

















Billy the King sung to lilly the pink

Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink 
To Billy the king, the king, the king, 
The creator of the greatest team, 
For he invented professional football, 
And this year we'll win the league. 

Now Gerry Byrne, 
Refused a tourniquet, 
When he's broken his collarbone, 
And they just rubbed on medicinal compound, 
And Gerry goes marching on, on, ON! 

Oh lets drink, a drink, a drink 
To Billy the king, the king, the king, 
The creator of the greatest team, 
For he invented professional football, 
And this year we'll win the league. 

  







Didi Hamann (To the tune of Big Spender) 

The minute he walked in the joint "Di-Di" 
I could see he was Hamann of distinction 
A real Big Player 
Good Passing, So Refined 
Say you could always play in any midfield of mine 

So let me get right to the point Di-Di 
I wouldn't pop my cork for every player I see 
Hey Big Didi, [Hey Big DiDi] 
Scoooooore anoooother goal for me. 
Da da da, da da 
      

He's Liverpool

He's Czech 
He's great 
He's Paddy Berger's mate 
Vladimir, Vladimir 

He's red 
He's white 
He scores against the sh!te 
Nick Barmby, Nick Barmby 

He's fat 
He's round 
He bounces on the ground 
Sammy Lee Sammy Lee 

He's fat 
He's shit 
He's never ********in' fit 
Peter Reid Peter Reid 

He's big 
He's Dutch 
We like him very much 
Westerveld Westerveld

He's Big
He's Red
His feet don't fit in the bed
Peter Crouch Peter Crouch
















Men of Anfield (To the tune of "Men of Harlech" )

Stevie Heighway's always running 
John Toshack is always scoring 
Then you'll hear the Koptites roaring 
Toshack is our king 
Men of Anfield here's our story 
We have gone from great to glory 
We're the greatest team in Europe 
Toshack is our king ! 

Paddy Bergers always running 
Michael Owens always scoring 
Then you hear the kopites roaring 
Fowler is our king 
    

Robbie Fowler (To the tune of Amore) 

When the ball hits the net 
Its a fairly safe bet that its Fowler 
Robbie Fowler 

And When Liverpool score 
You will hear the Kop roar "Oh, its Fowler 
Robbie Fowler" 

Ian Rush, Roger Hunt 
Who's the best man up front? "Oh, its Fowler 
Robbie Fowler" 

He's the King of the Kop 
He's the best of the lot 
Robbie Fowler

  

Joooohn Arne Riise,

Ooh Ahh, I wanna know-ow-ow,

howdja score that Goal

He's big, he's Red
His feet stick out of the bed
Peter Crouch, Peter Crouch

Feck off Chelsea FC
You ain't got no history
18 leagues and 5 European Cups
that's what we call history

Steve Gerrard, Gerrard
He's big and he's feckin hard
he's better than Frank Lampard
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard

We all dream of a team of Carraghers,
a team of Carraghers, a team of Carraghers, 
Number 1 --Carragher
Number 2---Carragher

Based on 'You Are My Sunshine', this song is dedicated to Liverpool's Spanish winger.

Luis Garcia
He drinks Sangria
He comes from Barca
To bring us the Cup

He's five foot seven
He's football heaven
So please don't take our Luis away

Da da da da da da da daaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Da da da da da da da daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
(REPEAT FOREVER,or untill you need a beer)

It's Johnny Cash ring of fire,first sang on an away coach by Jamie Carraghers Dad,there are a few versions of the same song floating around now though.

One of my favs is

Bitterness (to the tune of Ken Dodds - Happiness)


(chorus)
Oh bitterness, bitterness
The only thing the blues possess,
I thank the lord that I've been blessed,
With none of the blueshite bitterness....

To me this world is a wonderful place,
A red and white glow all over my face,
I feel so good to be alive,
European cups, oh we've got five.... 
(chorus)

The bitters were living in a land of dreams,
"you'll lose if you ever face a decent team"
But Juventus, Chelsea and Milan tried,
They all got beat so the blueshite cried....

(chorus)

At half time AC thought they had us beat,
The blueshite were dancing in the North Wales streets,
But Stevie G played like a man possessed,
So all they've got now is their bitterness.... 
(chorus)

They said Milan Baros was offside,
They say Steven Gerrard took a dive,
They say Jerzy Dudek shouldn't have no pride,
But they've got none and we've got FIVE....

GREECE WE'LL BRING IT BACK HOME' added.

(Sung to the tune of The Beach Boys classic 'Sloop John B') 

We won it at Wem-b-ely (sic) 
We won it in Gay Paris 
In 77 and 84 it was Rome 

We've won it 5 times 
We've won it 5 ti-imes 
in Istanbul, we won it 5 times 

When Emlyn lifted it high 
He lit up the Roman sky 
Thommo in Paris and Souness did it aswell

We've won it 5 times 
We've won it 5 ti-imes 
in Istanbul, we won it 5 times 

At Wembley we won it at home 
Took 26,000 to Rome 
20,000 to Paris where we won it again (won it again)

We've won it 5 times 
We've won it 5 ti-imes 
In Istanbul, we won it 5 times 

Stevie G's eyes lit up 
As he lifted the European Cup 
21 years and the cup was coming back home (coming back home)

We've won it 5 times 
We've won it 5 ti-imes 
In Istanbul, we won it 5 times. 

We'll bring it back home
We'll bring it back hooooome
In Athens Greece
We'll bring it back home

Sterling, Sterling

He's like the wizard Merlin

He's oh so quick, luv's a trick

Poor old fergie's ********ing sick